The Tragedy of Richard the Second Volume 18

The Tragedy of Richard the Second Volume 18

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...95 Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Shall ill become the flower of England's face, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation, and bedew Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. North. The King of heaven forbid our lord the King 101 Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; And by the honourable tomb he swears, 105 That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones, And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious head, And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, And by the worth and honour of himself, 110 Comprising all that may be sworn or said, His coming hither hath no further scope Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg J Enfranchisement immediate on his knees; Which on thy royal party granted once, 115 His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your Majesty. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. 120 K. Rich. Northumberland, say thus the King returns: His noble cousin is right welcome hither; And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction. With all the gracious utterance thou hast,125 Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Northumberland viithdraws to Bolingbroke. To Aumerle. We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not, To look so poorly and to speak so fair? Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die? 130 Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords. K. Rich. O God, 0 God! that e'er this tongue of mine, That laid the sentence of...
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  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236975464
  • 9781236975461